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The Brightest Night

Can you guess who I am?

This idea came to me when I wanted to write something but ideas wouldn't come to me. So I wrote a poem about that.

This poem may not make much sense, but after all, do paradoxes ever do?

The man who wanted to be a god.

Sometimes we all feel alone.

The title is "Untitled".

This is how I feel after several months of Canadian winter...

Just when I thought we'd be friends

I hear the cries of the skies.

Haiku I wrote a while back and just rediscovered.